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queenofmay[Once upon a time Guy of Gisborne asked Marian to show him the lands surrounding Milliways. Sometime later, betwixt time leaps, through fault of depression, tenderness, lack of sleep or perhaps the strange concoction Bar made, Marian reminded him of that request.]
Marian had spent the last hour readying her horse, grateful that Caspian wasn't around that hour, and troubled at least firstly by the empty placard next to her stall reminding her that the horse, that she still thought of as her father's, still had no name except 'beautiful'.
She'd walked the grand beautiful lummox out to the field, all set up and was waiting for Sir Guy to magically appear so that they could go riding off alone. Between the two of them, she was the only one looking spooked as the horse just continued to eat the grass at her feet. Holding the reigns she waited quietly, not fidgeting with her dress and trying to ignore how so little a pretty ring could feel like so large a weight on her finger.
And, perhaps, just a little confused from their last interaction gone well.
Marian had spent the last hour readying her horse, grateful that Caspian wasn't around that hour, and troubled at least firstly by the empty placard next to her stall reminding her that the horse, that she still thought of as her father's, still had no name except 'beautiful'.
She'd walked the grand beautiful lummox out to the field, all set up and was waiting for Sir Guy to magically appear so that they could go riding off alone. Between the two of them, she was the only one looking spooked as the horse just continued to eat the grass at her feet. Holding the reigns she waited quietly, not fidgeting with her dress and trying to ignore how so little a pretty ring could feel like so large a weight on her finger.
And, perhaps, just a little confused from their last interaction gone well.
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Date: 2007-06-25 12:07 am (UTC)Guy hardly seemed so worried about the pressures at home.....he was usually the one making the pressure on a problem.
"Here we are," she said with some triumph, distracting herself for the image of Guy being more human than he let on to.
The larger hills had parted on a bank of trees which clung together, swaying in the wind, and through them, hallowed in the glint of sunshine was the burbling stream she'd been talking about.
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Date: 2007-06-25 09:16 pm (UTC)The weight of his cares felt even less in this place than it did when he normally found himself forced to take a break from daily life in Nottingham.
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Date: 2007-06-26 09:55 pm (UTC)He seemed at ease and to truly enjoy the site before him, which made her stomach do little confusing somersaults. And it seemed the only honest thing to comment on for the moment, so she looked outward toward it; keeping her voice soft.
"I'm glad you like it."
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Date: 2007-06-26 10:49 pm (UTC)"I'm glad you brought me here."